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Catherine in the Garden
Posted:Nov 11, 2023 2:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 2:15 pm
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Catherine Willoughby’s morning was well underway. While still locked to her sleeping table she had awakened to the feel of a finger in her ass and a thumb in her pussy as a strong firm hand gripped her between her legs. She had given tender kisses as she was worked on, her sight cut off by the tight leather blindfold. The waist belt and cuffs provided just enough slack so she could grab her pussy when commanded. She had worked her slit from clit to cunt-hole, plunged fingers deep inside and put on quite the show before exploding into her first forced orgasm of the day. She had been soaped with a rough brush, shaved with a straight razor and then rinsed and oiled until gleaming. She had been leashed and led to the sucking chair where she knelt between heavily muscled legs with the leash wrapped around the “sucking post” underneath the center of the seat. She had given tender kisses to the cock head before proceeding to take it in her mouth and down her throat until she was rewarded with a mouthful of thick creamy sperm. The display rack had come next. She was bent over the bar, hands cuffed to ankles. Her exposed mound and butthole beckoned invitingly to the audience in the room and watching the livestream. 3 drops of Tabasco in her butthole had set her dancing and shaking for 17 long minutes before she begged for the cooling cream. Her trainer had worked both holes with one hand and her slit and clit with the other until she erupted into a body-rattling orgasm that almost pulled the display rack out of its sockets.

Catherine hung semi-conscious over the display bar. Matt, her trainer, lowered the bar and spread her ankles an additional 18 inches apart. This left Catherine in a bent over squatting position with her ass and pussy mound available for the world to see. And for those in the room, to abuse. Community Girls were required to sunbathe in respectable bikinis that fully covered tits and buttocks. Consequently, when Girls were exposed, a brilliant white target was presented. This increased the shame for Girls and the enjoyment for the Community Men. For some reason it was just more stimulating to fondle, or slap, or whip, or flog a Girl’s sex parts when accentuated by precision formed tan lines.

One of the Community Men placed a chair in front of Catherine and sat down. He opened his flap and pulled out his cock. He was rock hard from watching Catherine being taken through her morning routine. And in anticipation of what was about to take place. Matt released Catherine’s chin strap and opened her mouth with his left hand. With his right hand he placed small dental blocks between her molars; just enough to keep her teeth from interfering with anything in her mouth. He lowered her head so that her parted lips hovered just above the tip of the waiting cock.

“Kiss your lover,” commanded Matt. Catherine lowered her head an inch and began tenderly kissing the cock head for several minutes. Catherine felt two fingers caress the underside of her chin to where it met her neck. This was her signal to take the cock head onto her tongue and then hold it motionless. She dreaded what was to come next. Matt began gently hitting her ass cheeks with a heavy flogger. He increased the intensity of the beating as her white ass gradually turned pink and then a deep red. She held cock in her mouth and suffered silently. She breathed a sigh of relief when the flogging stopped. A thick leather belt hammered her between the legs, the tip stung her clit as the belt hammered the length of her mound. She gulped air as the pain reverberated up and down her spine. As a scream began to emerge it was choked off by the cock that was now balls deep against her mouth and sticking a good way down her throat.

The belt hammered her pussy over and over. The cock in her mouth belonged to Owner #1, who had held the top position in Community Rankings for the last eight weeks. He had unmatched skills at delivering combinations of pain and pleasure, shame and humiliation, and most importantly, repeated forced orgasms that consistently got 10-star ratings. As #1 He had the exercise of first choice. It was hard to deny the incredible sensations produced by a long leisurely facefuck as a Community Girl screamed her heart out as her ass and pussy were beaten. And of course, in Catherine’s bent over squat, he could add to his enjoyment by working over her tits. For this purpose he had brought a small tit whip and a bag of binder clips. Once his cock was fully embedded in Catherine’s throat he clipped each nipple, being sure to “accidentally” pinch some skin as well. The feeling of Catherine’s mouth on his cock as each clip went on almost put him over the edge, but he squeezed down his orgasm in order to prolong his pleasure - and her agony.

Ass whipped, pussy beaten, throat impaled, Catherine’s morning continued. She felt the tit whip slashing across her chest, one breast at a time. First forehand and then backhand. She tried desperately to move away but she was held firmly in place by her bonds. Her tormentor pulled two strings of small clips out of the bag. He fastened them around her tits and down her front until only six inches of string hung loosely down. Yes, Catherine would be getting the zipper. Now Catherine was riding the waves of pain. She was in a world of her own. As the belt hammered her pussy from below and the clips pinched her tits above she felt an electrical current against her clit. The current took her closer and closer to the edge, but each time she was about to cum the current stopped and a cane sliced through her crotch. Finally the stimulation took her over the top and she began to come. #1 loved nothing more than the feel of a woman’s mouth on his cock while she came. As
Catherine’s orgasm progressed he thrust even deeper into her throat and yanked both strings upward in a quick decisive motion. As she felt the binder clips pinch and pull at her flesh it was like jolts of electricity racing up her rib cage and through her tits. Her orgasm doubled and quadrupled in intensity as #1 held her head and fucked her mouth and throat over and over until he emptied his load directly down her throat. Catherine’s attempt to swallow it down and avoid choking drained his balls even further. He pulled out of her mouth and backed away as Catherine hung her head in defeat and shame.

Matt released Catherine from the rack and mounted her on the tanning pole. This was a specially designed apparatus. It had a small saddle-like bar equipped with a dildo and butt plug. An overhead bar for hanging a Girl up by her hands and wrists. Articulated leg bars that could spread Catherine’s legs wide, or pull them apart by the knees and back toward her shoulders. It was a special day in The Community, because Catherine would be the first to wear a virtual bikini. For years the Community Men had searched for an alternative to actual bikinis, as Girls’ sex parts were hidden from view whilst sunbathing.

The six Community Men arose from their chairs and approached Catherine. Each took a turn rubbing the sunbathing oil all over her body. The oil was formulated to produce a deep tan while protecting the skin against the harmful rays. Now came the fun part. Matt took “pinching tape” and applied it just outside where Catherine’s skin remained an alabaster white. The second ranked owner pulled on latex gloves and dipped goo from the bikini jar. He spread it carefully all over her asscheeks and pussy mound. He pushed a dollop of goo deep into her asshole where she immediately began itching. He pushed a button on the rack, making it tilt backwards, bend Catherine’s legs at the knees and pull them back toward her shoulders. Not one of Catherine’s favorite positions, but then her opinion didn’t really matter. He spread open her pussy lips and coated her slit with the goo. He returned her to the standing position. The push of another button raised Catherine’s saddle while he guided the dildo and butt plug into place. The third ranked owner gave similar treatment to her breasts. Catherine now stood, legs apart, hand over head stretching her and raising her tits, while her weight rested on the dildo. Her feet did not quite reach to the ground. The fourth ranked owner yanked the pinching tape off of her body, producing a series of mild cries and yelps from the helpless Girl.

Catherine was lifted and carried outside to the Garden where the rack was locked into a rotating wheel. Careful programming turned the wheel and the rack so that Catherine was tanned evenly from all directions. She was alternately stretched into a tight vertical and then spun so her face and ass both pointed to the sky as her knees bent and her feet were pulled behind her head.

The Garden was available for all adult males in The Community. Many enjoyed a leisurely stroll through The Garden, observing its particular delights. At the moment there were perhaps a dozen tanning poles occupied. A trio of Owners walked over to Catherine and looked her over as she hung limply, thoroughly impaled on the dildo.

“You want to give her a try?” one said. He slowly ran the fingers of one hand from just above her mound, over her tight flat stomach, up between her upthrust breasts, and over her neck and under her chin. His touch quickened her breathing and she began to feel a familiar moisture begin to flow deep inside her. This was going to be a problem. Community Girls were forbidden to cum on their tanning poles. Community Men enjoyed trying to force orgasms out of them. were particularly susceptible to losing this game, as they had not yet learned sufficient self-control.

“Oh yeah, this one looks like a fighter,” the second man said. “ Let’s see if she can hold it off.” If a Girl could hold out for 15 minutes the game stopped and she earned a five minute rest period. A Man who forced an orgasm won exclusive use of the Girl for 24 hours, with values doubled each time she came before the time limit. He began gently caressing Catherine’s breast in a circular motion until he saw her nipples come erect. With each index finger he rubbed the very top of a nipple. He could hear her breath quicken again. He hit a button on the side of the rack. She was rotated on to her back, her knees pulled to her shoulders and spread wide. The sun poured down on Catherine from the above. The Owner cupped both of her tits and gave each nipple a pinch. One hand went to Catherine’s throat as the other worked its way south. Without warning both hands suddenly reached deep in her crotch and began working her most private muscles firmly and rhythmically. She clenched and could not relax as fingers probed her butt hole.

“You are shameless, aren’t you young lady,” he said to Catherine. “Do you like showing your parts to the world?”

Soft sobs came from Catherine; she could not hold them in.
“Let me comfort you,” he said as he moved his hands to either side of her pussy and resumed a deep massage. He squeezed her lips together and rubbed them back and forth. Catherine’s pulse had skyrocketed and she was huffing and puffing. It was only four minutes in. She felt her lips being spread wide as a thumb worked its way from bottom to top. The Owner unsheathed her clit and began flicking it with his fingers. It swelled up to double in size. Catherine’s legs were trembling uncontrollably. She was clenching and unclenching her ass as she thrust up against the torturing fingers. She surrendered and humped for all she was worth as she shuddered in her climax. Seven minutes down. The Owner stepped back, hit a button on the other side of the rack and Catherine was flipped over, her butthole presented as a sacrificial offering. She was easy meat now. The Owner wrapped his left hand around her pussy from in front. He palmed her ass and jammed his middle finger down the hole. Catherine was pinned like a butterfly to corkboard, half standing and half squatting, gripped from front and back. She felt a thumb on her clit and gave it up immediately; every muscle of her body going rigid. 2 days more of exclusive service, and still 3 minutes to go.

The Owner decided to go for the super bonus. This involved forcing a cum without penetrating either hole or touching the clit. He flipped her on her back and went deep into her crotch with both hands. He pressed and squeezed and worked her all around her anus, mixed in with running a strong finger up and down her crack. She felt as if she was taking the most pleasurable and sexual shit she had ever experienced. She was lost to the sensations, and with only 15 seconds on the clock, she went rigid again, then began bucking and bouncing and shaking her head back and forth. It was going to be a long week of eight days for Catherine Willoughby.

Finally her time was up. She was taken off the rack and hosed down inside and out.

The only thing left in Catherine’s morning was a good session of Get Fit While Getting Hit. First she trotted in place like a pony, lifting her knees waist high with every step as a single tale striped her back and the backs of her thighs. That went on until Catherine was lathered with sweat and breathing hard. Next she lay flat on her back for a series of V-shaped leg lifts. She was required to lift her legs straight up to vertical and to spread wide. When her position was correct she received a hard slap on her pussy. That was her signal to bring her legs together and slowly lower them to the ground. This naturally produced hard taut abs and a delightfully tight and firm pussy. Getting fucked was like being deflowered anew each time. Now she flipped over onto her stomach and rose into a basic plank. She must hold the plank until the leather belt is slammed down on her ass. Ten planks were required. To tone her arms Catherine had her hands duct taped to ten pounds weights which she must hold straight out from her shoulders. This tightened her chest muscles as well, so the tit slaps she received stung even more. The last exercise was designed to strengthen the muscles in her neck. She stood looking straight forward with feet spread 24 inches and pussy lips spread as far as she could pull them. Matt slapped her face on one side with his palm and then backhanded her on the other. She must not turn her head, and of course, she must not let go of her pussy lips.

The morning finale bookended Catherine’s first orgasm of the day. It was self-administered. Once her face had been properly taken care of, she was allowed to work herself for the watching crowd. She reached her right hand between her legs and stuck two fingers deep in her pussy. Matt palmed her ass and balanced her out with two of his fingers in her asshole. She slid her left hand under her right and worked a finger slowly up and down her slit. She pulled back the hood over her clit and pinched it as hard as she could. Owner #1 stepped up in front of her and grabbed each of her nipples with a thumb and finger. He pulled, twisted and turned them with a vicious squeeze. He would let go only when she came, so she furiously finger fucked herself and rubbed her clit until she was right at the edge. Matt removed his fingers and inserted a long electric probe in their place. He pulled the trigger and Catherine felt lightning deep in her bowels as she one cum after another.

At long last Catherine’s morning was complete. She sank to her knees and pushed her arms straight out in front of her as she lowered her face and kissed the ground. This brought her ass high in the air where she waited to be collected.
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Catherine Awakes
Posted:Oct 3, 2023 5:53 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 2:15 pm
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Catherine Willoughby was both firm and flexible. Years of fitness and weight training had resulted in a beautifully toned body. Kettle squats had made her ass firm and round, which made her cleft deep. Her skin was deeply tanned, except where the mandatory bikinis had covered. Sharp precise tan lines were required of all females in The Community. Untanned tits and ass made inviting targets for canes and floggers. White skin gradually turned pink and then a deep red as barrios instruments were applied to the sensitive flesh.

Catherine was very aware of her best attributes. From the moment she turned 18 she was required to stand naked each morning on a mirror floor in front of a large one way mirror. Little did she know of the cameras recording her daily humiliations. All men over 21 held ownership in The Community. Each day a different Owner would come and put Catherine through her morning rituals.

First came Catherine's awakening. Like all women in The Community between 18 and 49 she slept with a nighttime collar to which her wrist-cuffs were fastened. Her legs were of course spread wide with her ankles secured to the pats at the end of the massage table on which she was made to sleep. The only variation was whether she lay face up or face down.

This morning she lay on her back. Her perfectly round tits rose and fell with her breathing. Her tight flat stomach accentuated her pubic mound. Hairless lips framed her tight slit, leading down to her defenseless pussy hole. As Catherine slept, Owner #27 silently entered her room. He could have entered with a brass band and she would have slept on. Community Girls, as they were called, were put into an instant deep sleep with a nighttime nasal spray, and awakened similarly in the morning.

Taking advantage of Catherine's Sleep Control, Owner #27 put a waist belt around her and moved her wrist cuffs to it. He left just enough slack for her to reach her pussy or finger her butt hole if directed. He put a leather blindfold over her eyes and tightened its buckle. Next he replaced the nighttime collar that monitored her sleeping with a 2 inch wide black leather collar. On the inside were six metal studs that pressed against her delicate neck. The studs delivered electrical shocks of various intensity and combinations. The collar had 4 D rings for attacking leashes or other things. He tapped on the table's remote control. A portion of the table dropped down so that Catherine's bottom hung suspended.

He inserted the pee hose and then pressured Catherine's bladder with both his hands. Next he irrigated her butt hole with a fast acting solution that cleared her tight anal canal. Time for Catherine to begin her day. Community Girls were sexed and humiliated before they even got out of "bed" in the morning. He gripped her pussy firmly, slipping the thumb of his left hand on her hole. He worked his middle finger past her sphincter and pushed it deep inside her. He could feel the palm of his hand against her pussy mound. He leaned on close to her face and sprayed the morning mist into both nostrils.

Catherine awoke. She couldn't see but felt lips close to hers. As required (Community Girls must always kiss romantically and passionately when a mouth is offered.) she parted her lips and lifted her head. Lips touched hers with tender kisses. Catherine felt the hand holding her between the legs. Owner #27 began squeezing her mound and working both of her holes. He gave Catherine a one word command.

"Describe!"

"This Community Girl is spread naked and controlled by her Owner," she said. "Owner is holding the Girl between the legs. Owner has a finger up the Girl's ass and his thumb in her pussy."

"Explain!"

"This Girl's sex parts belong to The Community. This Girl sleeps and wakes with an Owner plugging her holes. This Girl gives complete obedience and submission."

"Cum!"

Catherine slowly moved her hands to her pussy. She cupped it with both hands and squeezed. She rubbed her lips against each other and then pulled them wide apart. She ran a finger slowly up and down her slit, just inserting the top into her hole, then moving it upward to rub and circle her clit. She moved lower and slid two fingers inside her as deep as she could go. She worked her g spot vigorously as she pulled and pinched her clit. She felt lips close to hers and opened her mouth for tender and then tongue licking kisses. All the while she worked herself closer and closer to the edge, with no idea whose hands were now cupping and squeezing her tits. Her neck and the skin above her tits flushed red. Her back stretched as she thrust her pelvis up off the table and humped herself against her hands. She began to tremble as Owner #27 slapped her tits and her face in rapid succession and then lowered his mouth against hers. His tongue went deep in her mouth. Catherine gave a final massive shudder and then exploded, shaking uncontrollably on her orgasm. She could not stop working her cunt until her hands were pulled back to her sides by taking up the slack in the wrist cuffs. Catherine lay back exhausted, covered with her sweat, with cream oozing out of her helpless pussy.

The massage table was also suitable for wet work. Owner #27 grabbed the spray nozzle and gave Catherine a thorough soaking with ice cold water until she was shivering all over. He took the scrub brush on one hand and the heated liquid soap in the other. He poured soap into her slit and on her pubic mound and began scrubbing vigorously. He lathered her all over and brushed until she gleaned. A different kind of trembling overtook Catherine as her body returned to normal temperature. She felt pins and needles everywhere and could not suppress a low moan, which she knew would bring a penalty.

Owner #27 positioned himself between Catherine's legs and tapped the remote control. Knee braces pulled her legs back toward her shoulders. Her owner-for-the-morning lowered the flap of his trousers and pulled out his rather substantial cock. He brought it to her anus and with one stroke pushed it balls deep into her ass.

"Where is the cock, Catherine," he demanded.

"The cock is deep in my ass, sir, exactly where it belongs," she answered.

"What did you say? You disobedient bitch!"

"It's in my ass, sir. It's really deep in my ass."

"That's three times Catherine. That's three times you said it was YOUR ass."

"Oh no. I'm sorry sir. It's not my ass. I'm sorry."

"Who owns your ass Catherine?"

"The Community sir. The Community owns the ass."

"You claimed ownership of The Community's ass Catherine. What's the penalty for that?"

"Whatever you decide, sir. Whatever you decide."

Owner #27 worked his cock in and out of Catherine's ass. He worked her clit with his thumb until she produced another mind blowing table shaking orgasm. At that point he extracted his cock and fastened his pants. He put the front leash on her collar, released her from her restraints and pulled her off the table to stand submissively before him. Allowing her the privilege of walking rather than crawling he led her to the sucking chair. He tapped the back of her knees with his baton and she sank to the floor. He secured the leash to the bolt under the chair, limiting the movement of her head. He sat down comfortably with Catherine kneeling between his legs. He opened the flap of his pants and freed his cock which had grown even larger in anticipation.

"Kiss your lover," he commanded as he guided her head. She felt the tip of his cock against her lips and began to kiss it tenderly. Community Girls were required to show affection, even when taking Dick on the face. He put one finger under her chin. This was the signal for a Girl to open her mouth wide so cock could be inserted and rest on her tongue. For five long minutes she held her head motionless as her mouth was used as a cock-rest.

"Suck!", he commanded. She closed her lips around the cock, being careful to keep her teeth out of the way. She began slowly moving her head up and down, gradually taking cock to the beginning of her throat.

"Impale!". She took the cock deep into her throat until her lips were up against his balls and her nose pressed against his groin. In and out she went. After fifteen minutes of deep throat she felt him stiffen. He filled her mouth with his sperm.

"Show!". She opened her mouth, tilting her head back so she did not lose a drop.

"Swallow!". Catherine Willoughby choked down the load and then showed her now empty mouth to The Community.

Owner #27 unleashed Catherine from the chair and walked her to the display stand. He made her scuttle along on only her hands and feet so her freshly fucked ass was well displayed to the overhead cameras.

Catherine was bent over the display bar. Her hands were leashed to her ankles; her feet spread the mandatory minimum 36 inches.

Display girls were required to hold their heads up so that watchers could see their expressions once the handling began. At the moment her head hung down. Her long black hair brushed the ground. her owner put the head strap on her forehead and fastened it to the bar. With her face now visible to the watchers he removed her blindfold and exited the room. A well muscled trainer took his place.

From behind Catherine’s hairless pussy mound beckoned fetchingly. Her crotch was open and available. Her tight asshole quivered uncontrollably. Just a little Tabasco sauce dropped into her asshole will generally set a girl in motion. And make her crave the cooling cream that she was required to receive on a butt plug or other toy.

The trickiest part for Catherine was the patience rule. She was not allowed to ask for cream in her butt until ten minutes had passed. But with no way of knowing time, she could not risk begging too soon. That was a five minute penalty. So Catherine’s ass had been shaking uncontrollably for more than 10 minutes, but she didn’t know it. She ended up waiting 17 minutes before begging her trainer to cool her burning anal canal with a well lubricated butt plug.

Matt, Catherine’s trainer, worked the plug in and out, and then deep into Catherine Willoughby’s asshole. He rotated it inside her so she could feel the little nubs all over it. She couldn't stop herself from clenching. She knew there was more to come.
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Robert and Barbara have a conversation
Posted:Nov 1, 2022 7:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 2:15 pm
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Barbara Westfall had gotten used to the new routine at work. Emphasis on the “used” part. She had happily worked for her husband Robert, supervising the 30-man team telephone sweatshop operation. They sold extended warranties, maintenance agreements and other service contracts. Collectively, the team averaged one sale every five minutes.

She regretfully remembered the evening Robert had informed her of the changes. It was one of the special occasions Robert had allowed her to dress like the incredibly attractive woman she was. Which meant a full complete outfit instead of how Robert usually dressed her - with the exception of shoes, stockings and sometimes a garter belt, no clothes below her waist.

The black dress was a bit daring with its low-scooped neckline and open back. Of course it could not be worn with a bra. She had even been allowed to wear panties and stockings. Best of all, no punishment device in her ass and no stimulation probe in her pussy. Robert’s news sounded wonderful.

He had taken her to an intimate French restaurant and plied her with champagne until she was in a receptive move. They were sitting in a private booth with 6 foot curved walls. The long tablecloth extended almost to the floor. A trellis covered in flower vines gave them the last bit of privacy.

Robert drew Barbara close and pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders so they hung mid-arm. Her nipples stood up in the cool air. She was a total babe, even at 34. Long shiny hair that hung down to mid back. Tits still high on her çhest, form and round. A near six pack above her protruding pubic mound. The mound and everything below it were smooth from her daily waxing. Her butt looked to be carved from marble and her legs were just perfect. Even her feet were pretty.

Robert had his right arm around her shoulders. He had huge hands, so he was able to caress both her nipples like playing octaves on a piano keyboard. She felt a familiar stirring between her legs. Robert kissed her, very slowly, very romatically.

“Things have been going a little slow in the boiler room,” Robert had said. He drew a line with his fingers across the bottom of her breasts. He stroked her under boobs gently as he spoke.

“So I’ve been thinking of some changes to provide more incentive to the men. Our average time-to-sale is showing signs of slippage. So I’d like to get you more directly involved in the operation. What do you think?”

Then he alternated between her nipples, pinching with his thumb and middle finger. Sometimes gently, sometimes much harder.

“Well…I’m sure whatever you think would be best, but I like the idea of being more involved.” Barbara wasn’t sure where this was going, but she knew it would be best to follow her husband’s lead.

Robert slid his hand down Barbara’s stomach and lifted up her dress. He pulled her panties aside. He reached in and spread her lips wide. She could feel the cool air wafting across her valley. He gripped her gently with two fingers inside. The fingers stayed in a slow and constant motion, eliciting barely audible grunts making her face and neck flush. The veins on her neck stood out in distinct relief.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” said Robert. “Because I have some exciting news for you. Starting tomorrow you’ll have a new position and title. Going forward you will be the Chief Encouragement Officer of RoBoWest Corporation. How does that sound?”

“Robert, thank you, thank you so much. I promise I will do my very best for you.”

Robert started working her clit with his thumb.

“Oh, I almost forgot to mention. I’ve had some upgrades made to your office that will help you get off to a good start with the Encouragement Programs. Let’s go home soon, because tomorrow is a big important day for you, and for the company.”

Robert continued his ministrations. He ran the palm of his hand up and down Barbara’s pussy. Each time he got to the bottom he paused long enough to give her asshole a gentle teasing. He lowered his right arm and pulled Barbara halfway onto his lap. Now he could reach around with his right arm and work her two-handed. He spread her lips with his little fingers, so that he could use the other ones for more important tasks. LIke filling her hole. Or filling both her holes with a couple fingers of each. He varied his pressure from gentle caress to rigid grip, throwing in some pussy slaps from time to time.

Barbara struggled mightily to maintain her composure while all of this went on for 15 or 20 minutes. The worst was when he brought her to the brink….and then backed her down. She figured this must have happened three or four times. She prayed that Robert would grant her a good strong cum.

“Please Robert,” she whispered into his ear. “Please can I have a good one? I need it so bad. You drive me crazy with excitement.”

“Any kind of excitement in particular?”

“Sexual excitement. You do the nastiest things to me. You make my pussy so creamy. You make me want you to do it to me more and more. Please… can I have a good one?”

“Do you accept unlimited facefucks for a week?” Robert Fernandez. Young wives had to take unlimited facefucks but Barbara at 34 was a full wife, so she only took it in the face twice a week.

Barbara didn't even need to think about it. She would have given her right arm to cum at that point.

“Yes, all you want, just, please, give me a good one now.”

Robert stroked Barbara’s pussy, up and down her slit. Then he put two fingers inside and worked her g spot exactly the way (he knew) she liked it. It felt like she was at about a five, so he teased her clit out of its hood and thumbed it. He leaned in for tender kisses which Barbara knew to give. Getting close, now he thought.

“Pay attention to your butt now,” he said as he increased his rhythm on her clit and inside her pussy. “Are you focused on your butt?”

“Oh, god, yes,” responded Barbara. She knew what was coming, the anticipation of it took her right to the edge. Her legs began shaking uncontrollably as her already tight stomach contracted. Which had the effect of pushing her chest and therefore her tits, up into the air.

Robert drove two of his thick long fingers all the way into Barbara’s ass. As she went over the edge he slapped her pussy with the other hand, over and over and over as hard as he could. Barbara. Went. Ballistic.
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The Continuing misadventures of Barbara and Molly
Posted:Sep 24, 2022 2:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 2:15 pm
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(Welcome readers. Please put your reactions in the comments. Or anything you'd like to see more of. Thanks)

Restaurant time was drawing to a close. Robert and Tom sat comfortably in the back office, each with a cock deep in the other man’s wife’s mouth, as she was fucked from behind by one of the two waiters. Barbara considered herself lucky, as Sam was giving it to her in her pussy as she worked diligently on Tom’s cock. Tony had his cock firmly in Molly’s ass as she sucked Robert deeply into her throat.

Sam and Tom were the first to erupt. Barbara’s pussy felt like a mixture of velvet and silk. Sam stuck two fingers in her ass for good measure.

“Squeeze me now as I fuck you,” Sam directed.

Barbara tightened her kegel muscles as best she could. Each time Sam drove forward into her pussy he forced her face further down on Tom’s cock. He bent his fingers inside her ass and scraped her with his fingernails. This produced delightful sensations for Tom as she grunted and tried to escape. Tom wrapped his legs around her and dug into her back with the heels of his shoes. The sight of the gorgeous helpless woman splayed out in front of him was enough for Sam. He shot his load deep into Barbara’s pussy, as Tom filled her throat with cum from in front.

Robert and Tony were taking their time with young wife Molly. At Robert’s suggestion Tony had grabbed Molly’s hands, pulled them behind her back, and bound them with a length of cord that Robert had helpfully provided. This left the poor girl to balance on her knees and hang on to the cock in her mouth for dear life. Robert sat up straight in his chair and put his feet firmly on the floor. This enabled him to drive forward into Molly’s face, pushing her back and forth on the cock that was pulverizing her asshole.

“Time for some cock talk,” announced Robert with a grin. He pulled his cock back until it was barely inside Molly’s lips, then he rode her tongue with it until she once again had a mouthful. “Describe!” he commanded. “Start from the back. Third person only.”

“The oung wife hash cock in her assh,” Molly's speech was delightfully deformed by the cock in her mouth, and Robert totally enjoyed the sensations this produced. He wondered how long he could hold out.

“I’m sorry,” he said to Molly, “please try to speak distinctly.”

“Yeah, right,” thought Molly. “How is that supposed to work?” She tried again to get out the words.

“Thish naughty girl ish taking it in the assshe,” she stammered out. “Her handstht are thied behind her back.”

“Look at me when you answer. What else is happening,” Robert patiently inquired. He loved the feel of a girl talking around his cock, totally at his command. It was more exciting than even a vigorous face-fuck, right up there with the excitement level of a good anal cherry busting.

“This helplessh girl is getting a faishe-futhing,” Molly continued.

Robert was loving the sensations of Molly’s lips and tongue as she continued answering his degrading questions. Robert gave Tony a look and made a motion with his hand. The men began to move in unison as Tony held Molly’s bound hands.

Molly felt like the men were trying to drive their cocks so far inside her they would meet in the middle. She could feel balls slapping against her chin and her ass in unison. Then the cocks withdrew until almost out of her holes, only to slam back all the way inside. But worse than that was the fact that her pussy was creaming non-stop and to her dismay, she wanted it even harder. She needed the release that only an orgasm could provide.

Tony reached around in front of Molly and fingered her empty pussy as the double impaling continued. The heel of his hand pressed against her clit. He entertained himself next by slapping her pussy hard, over and over. She could feel his cock in her ass getting even harder than before.

Molly tried to press her ass backwards and her mouth forward at the same time. She stretched her neck to keep Robert’s cock in her throat while she pushed back on the cock busting her anal canal. Suddenly she felt hot juice pouring into her from the front and from behind as the men emptied themselves inside her. She was just about to cum, when she was unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

“No touching yourself now young lady,” she heard Tom command. “You still have punishments coming. Tell me how you earned them.”

Molly knew better than to protest. “I didn’t suck you right in the limo. I came when you told me but I didn’t get you off. And I scraped Mike's cock with my teeth while sucking him under his desk."

“So what do you owe?” Tom inquired. “Are you ready to seek absolution?”

As if Molly had any choice in how she was required to behave.

“Please let me earn forgiveness. I am yours to use me as you will.”

“Robert, do you have any suggestions for me?” Tom asked.

“Let’s all ride home together and we can discuss it on the way,” Robert replied. “I’ve made some interesting modifications to the obstacle course and built a duplicate alongside it. That way we can have wife races. Barbara owes a punishment as well from when she lost the other morning at pussy walk.”

The obstacle course was somewhat like a rock climbing wall, except it was built to an angle rather than vertically. No safety harness was necessary, as it was only chest high at the far end.

“Please may we have our skirts and panties?” Barbara pleaded with Robert.

“I will let you choose, you can have one or the other.”

“Please may we have our skirts?” Barbara thought she had made a good choice, since a skirt could hide her naked bottom.

Robert handed a skirt to Barbara, but as she started to pull it on she heard him say

“I said you could have it, I didn’t say you could wear it.” Robert loved to see a woman elegantly dressed from the waist up and completely nude below. He let Barbara stay fully dressed just often enough that she never knew how exposed she would be during whatever circumstances Robert contrived. So Barbara and Molly were escorted bare assed naked through the restaurant, each carrying a skirt and panties for all to see. Next, out the entrance in front of the restaurant, and into the small crowd that had gathered.

The entire crowd was made up of sales reps and their mates, most of whom were young wives and subject to everything that designation brought with it. Such was the price of a life of luxury and freedom from worry or care. All were dressed in custom designer clothing that practically cried out - in a subtle way - of expense and privilege. Even Molly and Barbara looked like models walking out of a fashion house. From the waist up, that is. Down below where bare sex was on display, not so much.

Robert had invited the hourly winners to meet in front of the restaurant. He and Tom paused to review the events of the day as they looked forward to a long weekend with their wives.

“You eight were the hourly winners today, is that correct,” Robert asked the waiting group.

“Yes, and also I’m the daily winner,” replied a sales rep named Mike Dooley.

“So what did you think of the hourly prize?”

“Not too shabby, young Molly here gives a pretty good blowjob.”

“Only pretty good?” Tom asked.

“Well, I think there are some things she could do to improve,” said Mike. “I’d be happy to help her work on that.”

"Can you give me an example?"

"Well, let's see… I had my cock pretty deep in her mouth and I was putting the tip just in and out of her throat. To that point she was doing pretty well.

"She gets a good seal with her lips and she keeps her mouth wet pretty well. I wasn't that thrilled with her tongue action, but I'm sure she can work on that.

"So anyway I grabbed her by the back of her neck and drove my cock deep in my throat. Then I reached down and pinched her nipples as hard as I could. A girl will usually try to scream, so she opens her throat to get more air. That's a time when if you catch it just right you can get your cock down her throat even farther.

"Instead the bitch scraped me with her bottom teeth because she had the audacity to pull back instead of pushing her tits out to make easier to abuse them."

"Whoa," said Tom. "That is completely unacceptable. I will be sure to give her corrective action for that.

Molly stood by helplessly as the two men discussed her cocksucking skills.

"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. My wife here is going to need a complete education when it comes to oral skills." Another sales rep had joined the group.

This was long time sales rep Edward Hauser. After 20 years of service to Roberts businesses, he had received quite the reward for his 40th birthday. An absolutely delectable 20 year old whose beauty was exceeded only by her naivete and innocent in all matters sexual beyond the simplest of kisses on the cheek.

Robert had rescued the now newlywed Mrs. Diana Hauser from a homeless shelter after she ran away from the convent where she had grown up an orphan. He had gotten himself appointed her conservator on the ground that she could not take care of herself on her own. It never hurts a rich man to have several friendly judges hearing his cases. Diana was not the first time he had rewarded a valuable employee.

The young wife stared mouth agape at the two bare bottoms. One week into her marriage she was still a virgin in all three of her holes. Ed had prescribed extended vigorous workouts that tired her to the point of exhaustion and instead of sex he gave Diana incredible massages all over her body. He denied her his touch on her sexual parts, instead getting closer each night but only teasing her tits, ass and pussy.

Until the previous night when Ed had at last started on her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his finger tips. Then gathering both tits with one hand as he wrapped an arm around her as she sat naked on his lap in the big lounge chair.

Then he laid the other hand flat on her abdomen just above her navel. He gave her a gentle rub with circular motions, but as he worked his way downward he subtly increased the pressure. He rubbed her lips and worked his hand down to where a girl takes cock when it's not in her pussy.

The nightly massages and then the more direct treatment stimulated Diana in a way she had of course never felt before. But she had no idea what was in store for her over the next 48 hours.

Robert saw Mike Dooley’s wife in the waiting crowd. She was a pale redhead dressed in a black silk blouse and skirt ensemble, black silk stockings and three inch heels. She was a dead ringer for a young Bridget Fonda in Point of No Return. And in point of fact, her name was also Bridget.

“Why don’t you get your wife and bring her over, Mike. Here, use this. It will be fun.” Robert had pulled a pistol out of his pocket, or at least something that sort of looked like one. It had a pistol grip and a 12” rod where the gun barrel would be. Robert flicked his wrist and the rod extended to a full yard.

“This will shoot out a self-attaching neck collar when you press the trigger…Barbara, could you step this way for a moment?”

She was standing a few yards away, pinioned between a couple of men. One was palming her ass and holding the front of her neck. The other was gently teasing her between her legs where she was most sensitive.

“Gentlemen, if you’ll let her go for the time being I’ll make sure you are rewarded,” Robert said in his command voice.

Barbara, freed from the current molestation, walked resignedly to Robert. He touched the end of the pole-gun to her neck and pressed the trigger. An inch wide leather band shot out and encircled her neck, before snapping back into place on the gun. Robert gave the trigger a long pull, and 3 feet of leash extended from the end of the pole. Another flick of the wrist and the leash detached. As she had been taught, Barbara grabbed the end of the leash in both hands and extended it out in front of her as far as her arms could stretch. As if offering herself to anyone who might come within reach.

Mike took the pole-gun and found his wife. He walked up behind her with a new surprise! He touched the pole-gun to her neck and pressed the trigger as Robert had done. Instantly she was collared and leashed. The black leather collar perfectly matched her ensemble.

Mike led his wife back to the waiting group and voiced his opinion to Robert.

"I can see your point about keeping a girl's sex uncovered for all to see but I'm more of a tit man myself."

"Well, young wife Bridget does look to have a tight round pair high up on her chest, so you might have a point. Perhaps a comparison test would be appropriate right about now.".

"Excellent idea," replied Mike. "Honey, be a good girl and hand me your blouse and bra."

Bridget Dooley knew better than to ever disobey or disagree with her husband. She had tried that once and the consequences had been almost more than she could bear. She had been stripped naked and bent over the whipping bar in the front yard. Each man on the block had been invited to stop by and give her a good 25 or so. Before each one she was soaked with freezing cold water from the garden house until she was shivering and her ass beginning to turn blue from the cold. It took almost the entire 25 to warm it up and turn it bright red. This was not an occasion she remembered fondly.

So she stripped to the waist as quickly as she could and stood among the group with her tits on display above her taut, flat stomach. Mike rotated her collar half way so that the leash hung down her pack.

"Hold your leash," he instructed Bridget. She put her hands in the small of her back and grabbed it.

Robert chimed in. "Barbara sweetheart, can you demonstrate a reverse grip for me? Thank you so much."

Oh she loved it so much when he was polite…hah! She dropped her hands, pushed the leash between her legs and grabbed it with first one hand and then both. She yanked on it until it ran deep between her lips.

"Oh that's nice," commented Mike. "But I just think a pair of full round ones, not too big, tight and high on the chest are aesthetically pleasing in addition to keeping a girl feeling exposed. And isn't that the main purpose anyway? Shame, submission and humiliation until it creates a physical reaction."

Edward Hauser had his arm wrapped around young Diana. His hand rested perilously close to her tit, which to date he had avoided during massage time - until last night. She was simply astonished at the conversation and the sight of three half-naked women standing in an elegant crowd - on a public sidewalk where anyone could see. What kind of business associates did her husband have???

She was soon to find out.

"I think Diana needs to be accessorized," said Edward Hauser.

"Here you go," said Robert, handing over a waist belt and cuffs.

"Don't put that thing on me," said Diana as her husband reached around to fasten the belt.

"Would you rather lose half your clothes like your new friends?"

Diana let her husband buckle the belt and put her wrists in the attached cuffs.

"Let's all get in the limo and go to the estate," Robert declared. The group piled in and off they went.

Mike Dooley had taken the opportunity to show another reason he preferred to govern his wife through her tits. During the ride he fondled and pinched her nipples until they stood proudly erect. Then he took two pieces of fishing line out of his pocket. Each had a slipknot on the end. He tied one over each nipple and pulled them tight.

Voila! Tits on a leash!

4 men led 4 women into Robert's palatial mansion. Barbara and Molly walked with heads lowered as each husband held his wife's leash low as he led her in. Barbara and Molly were so conditioned that even this treatment delivered a bit of arousal. Aphrodisiacs in their diet probably didn't hurt matters, either.

Bridget in contrast walked extremely erect and with her tits upthrust. Mike deliberately held the tit leash high and forward as he walked her along. This made his young wife watch her back and push her pussy forward as she was walked along.

Ed HHauser steered his young wife by grabbing her waist belt at the small of her back.

The group was in one of Robert's playrooms. This one had a large platform bed in the middle. All along the walls were lounge chairs. In front of each was a Sybian. Men sat, women got mounted.

Women went nude in the playroom. Barbara and Molly immediately stripped off whatever was left of their clothing and climbed on board. They strapped in their legs and put on the padlocks. Then each sat perfectly straight with arms held up at a 45 degree angle. This was the most demanding pose.

Like everything in Robert's domain the Sybians were extensively customized. They were split down the middle with a 5 inch gap between the two halves. A girl found that she rode rather than sat on the device as each half pressed against her thigh. A variety of implements were actually on gears inside the thing. And, of course, all remote controlled.

"Nice posture Mike," commented Tom.

"Here, watch this," Mike Dooley responded. He took the two tit leads and looped them into a single slipknot. He put his shoe into the slipknot and pressed it to the floor. This made Bridget bend from her waist with her back parallel to the ground and her tits pulled down, with the fishing line stretching her nipples towards the ground. The only way for her to maintain her balance was to spread her feet wide and squat just a little bit. Thank god she still was half-dressed.

"I like this posture for a few different things,"Mike explained. "It's great for tit slapping games. I make her count each tit separately and if she gets the count wrong we start all over. I think once it took her an hour to get the count right. By the time she was done her tits were bright red. Swollen like they would burst right through her skin. And then when I make her suck me, she is practically voracious. Probably trying to get me off quickly so I'll stop working her tits over.

"Or I put a 25 pound weight on the knot so she has to stay in place. That way I can work on her from behind and she has nowhere to go. And when I fuck her from behind her nips get stretched each time I thrust. Want to try her out?"

"Don't mind if I do," Tom interjected. "Have you thought of this?" He reached down and separated the two slipknots. He put a foot in each and stood in front of Bridget's face as she was held bent over in place.

"See, this way you can give her a nice face fuck without having to hold her head. Should I demonstrate?"

Bridget Dooley stood half naked in the playroom. Her nipples were stretched by the leash and she was bent to the perfect level. Tom unzipped and offered his cock to Bridget's waiting mouth. As she took him in she could feel her skirt and panties being pulled down until she was told to step out. As she lifted each foot in turn she could not help but take Tom's cock deeper and deeper again. She could feel it at the edge of her throat.

"Check out her pussy," said Mike. "She can't help herself. Anytime I do anything to her nipples she starts gushing like a fountain."

"True that," contributed Tom. "Anytime I work on Molly's nips makes her especially compliant. She loves it and hates it at the same time, I must say. I will have to try out your methodology though. Molly you'll be glad to help me with that won't you?"

Molly flushed at the thought of being led around the neighborhood, stripped to the waist for a change. Nipples stretched as Tom pulled her along blindfolded, so that she had to follow wherever her nipples were led.

"I don't mind checking her pussy," said Robert. Suiting action to his words he came alongside Bridget and reached between her legs. He stuck two fingers inside her.

"You're right. She is soaking. You should have her pierce her nipples."

"I thought about that but I'm afraid she'll ruin all her clothes with pussy juice."

Diana Hauser was equal parts horrified and confused. Her new husband has been so kind and so gentle until now. Was she going to have to do what these women were doing? She stood helpless. With her hands cuffed to the waist belt she couldn't strip even if she was of a mind to. Which, she thought, she would never ever want to do.

"Ed we've been neglecting your wife," said Robert. "Let's give her some attention."

Ed Hauser steered his wife to the edge of the platform bed. Her hands were still cuffed to the waist belt. As he held her pinned against the bed Robert and Tom pulled her skirt down and her blouse up and off. Tom held her arms over her head so all the men could take a good look at her lingerie. Now it was time to lose the panties and bra.

Diana was unceremoniously dumped naked face down on the bed. She felt Ed's hands on her back as he began the customary massage. She could not believe this was happening to her.

Ed kneaded the back of Diana's neck and then worked his way down her spine. He skipped her but and gave each leg a full deep probing. She had to admit to herself that it felt really good. As he finished each leg he moved it wider until he could see the mound of her pussy. He ran his hands up onto her cheeks and gave them similar treatment.

Diana felt an excitement deep inside her as she had on the previous night. She felt Ed put one hand between her legs, and then the hand began stroking. She could feel a finger slide between her labia and move up and down the length of her slit. This was a feeling she had never experienced. Damn it felt good! Then she could feel his other hand pressing down on the small of her back so she had nowhere to go. Damn! That felt good too.

At last Ed's finger found its way to her clit and stroked it gently. She had never in her life felt anything as good. She gave herself over completely to his touch, lifting her ass up to give him better access. She could feel an explosion building inside her. Her nerves were on fire as Ed brought her closer and closer. His other hand moved down to her ass and reached deep between her clenching and unclenching cheeks. He probed the muscles deep in her cleft, and then..

Ed Hauser touched his wife's asshole and that was all it took. Diana erupted. Cream poured out of her pussy like a river as she had her first ever orgasm. Damn. Damn, damn. That was like nothing she had ever experienced. All she could think was "do it again, do it again."

Ed flipped his wife over and buried his face between her legs. She had thought being fingered was magical but this was an entirely new level as he worked his tongue up and down, alternately sucking her clit and giving it gentle bites. Diana gripped fistfuls of the bedsheet between each hand. Cuffed as she was, it was all she could do. The veins on her neck stood out. She flushed from her forehead to the middle of her ribcage.

Diana felt Ed's tongue on her clit and the volcano inside her erupted again. Her entire body was tingling. Cream poured out of her pussy. She had no idea she could feel sooooo good between her legs.

"Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God," was all she could say.

"Time to bust some cherry, don't you think," suggested Robert.

(stay tuned as Diana gets popped twice and gets some basic cocksucking lessons. and feel free to put your suggestions for Diana's defloration in the comments)
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Posted:Sep 23, 2022 12:28 pm
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Barbara Westfall had gotten used to the new routine at work. Emphasis on the “used” part. She had happily worked for her husband Robert, supervising the 30-man team telephone sweatshop operation. They sold extended warranties, maintenance agreements and other service contracts. Collectively, the team averaged one sale every five minutes.

She regretfully remembered the evening Robert had informed her of the changes. It was one of the rare occasions Robert had allowed her to dress like the incredibly attractive woman she was. The black dress was a bit daring with its low-scooped neckline and open back. Of course it could not be worn with a bra. She had even been allowed to wear panties and stockings. Best of all, no punishment device in her ass and no stimulation probe in her pussy. Robert’s news sounded wonderful.

He had taken her to an intimate French restaurant and plied her with champagne until she was in a receptive move. They sat in a private booth. The long tablecloth extended to almost the floor, and the booth itself was curved walls about six feet high.

Robert pulled Barbara close and pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders so they hung mid-arm. Her nipples stood up in the cool air. Robert had his right arm around her shoulders. He had huge hands, so he was able to caress both her nipples like playing octaves on a piano keyboard. She felt a familiar stirring between her legs. Robert kissed her, very slowly, very romatically.

“Things have been going a little slow in the boiler room,” Robert had said. “So I’ve been thinking of some changes to provide more incentive to the men. Our average time-to-sale is showing signs of slippage. So I’d like to get you more directly involved in the operation. What do you think?”

He alternated between her nipples, pinching with his thumb and middle finger

“Well…I’m sure whatever you think would be best, but I like the idea of being more involved.” Barbara wasn’t sure where this was going, but she knew it would be best to follow her husband’s lead.

Robert slid his hand down Barbara’s stomach and lifted up her dress. He pulled her panties aside and gripped her gently with two fingers inside. The fingers stayed in a slow and constant motion, eliciting barely audible grunts making her face and neck flush. The veins on her neck stood out in distinct relief.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” said Robert. “Because I have some exciting news for you. Starting tomorrow you’ll have a new position and title. Going forward you will be the Chief Encouragement Officer of RoBoWest Corporation. How does that sound?”

“Robert, thank you, thank you so much. I promise I will do my very best for you.”

Robert started working her clit with his thumb.

“Oh, I almost forgot to mention. I’ve had some upgrades made to your office that will help you get off to a good start with the Encouragement Programs. Let’s go home now, because tomorrow is a big important day for you, and for the company.”

Robert continued his ministrations. He ran the palm of his hand up and down Barbara’s pussy. Each time he got to the bottom he paused long enough to give her asshole a gentle teasing. He lowered his right arm and pulled Barbara halfway onto his lap. Now he could reach around with his right arm and work her two-handed. He spread her lips with his little fingers, so that he could use the other ones for more important tasks. LIke filling her hole. Or filling both her holes with a couple fingers of each. He varied his pressure from gentle caress to rigid grip, throwing in some pussy slaps from time to time.

Barbara struggled mightily to maintain her composure while all of this went on for 15 or 20 minutes. The worst was when he brought her to the brink….and then backed her down. She figured this must have happened three or four times. She prayed that Robert would grant her a good harm cum.

“Please Robert,” she whispered into his ear. “Please can I have a good one? I need it so bad. You drive me crazy with excitement.”

“Any kind of excitement in particular?”

“Sexual excitement. You do the nastiest things to me. You make my pussy so creamy. You make me want you to do it to me more and more. Please… can I have a good one?”

“Do you accept facefucks for a week?”

Barbara didn't even need to think about it. She would have given her right arm to cum at that point.

“Yes, all you want, just, please, give me a good one now.”

Robert stroked Barbara’s pussy, up and down her slit. Then he put two fingers inside and worked her g spot exactly the way (he knew) she liked it. It felt like she was at about a five, so he teased her clit out of its hood and thumbed it. He leaned in for tender kisses which Barbara knew to give. Getting close, now he thought.

“Pay attention to your butt now,” he said as he increased his rhythm on her clit and inside her pussy. “Are you focused on your butt?”

“Oh, god, yes,” responded Barbara. She knew what was coming, the anticipation of it took her right to the edge. Her legs began shaking uncontrollably as her already tight stomach contracted. Which had the effect of pushing her chest and therefore her tits, up into the air.

Robert drove two of his thick long fingers all the way into Barbara’s ass. As she went over the edge he slapped her pussy with the other hand, over and over and over as hard as he could. Barbara. Went. Ballistic.

The next day she could hardly get through her usual morning routine. She was so excited. She could hardly wait to get to the office. Even the 30 minute punishment drive in her customized Thunderbird hadn’t seen so bad. Although as usual the hard wooden seat jammed the new butt plug further into her ass on every bump.

Imagine Barbara’s feelings when the upgrades she was so excited to see had been revealed. Her office walls were now all glass. Her traditional executive desk had been replaced by a clear lucite table. Her fancy chair was gone. In its place was a transparent stool on wheels, also lucite. Cameras had been added, one directly under the stool and one in front of her, focused on her face. The heat had been turned up and within just a few minutes she could feel the first beads of sweat that would eventually leave her entire outfit soaking wet.

The worst for Barbara was her integration into the sales process. Each time a sale was recorded her butt plug would go active. At times it would inflate inside her. At other times little nubs would extend and the plug would rotate, raking the inside of her anal canal. Best of all - for the sales team although certainly not for Barbara - was the times it fired one of the various electric shocks in its program.

Robert sat in his custom chair reviewing the sales reports of the last few weeks. Barbara knelt naked between his legs holding his cock in her mouth without motion.

“Barbara I must congratulate you on your first month as Chief Encouragement Officer. Our average time-to-sale is down to a minute forty five, and sales amounts are trending upwards.” He caressed Barbara’s face and then slid his hand around to grab a fistfull of hair on the back of her head.

“Look at me now and take my cock into your throat,” he said as he gave a gentle push on the back of her head.

“Work your pussy now as I give you an update. Tomorrow night we are sharing dinner with Tom and Molly. Tom would like to invest in the company. We both feel that young Molly would be a good addition to the Encouragement Program. Nod your head if you agree.”

Barbara bobbed her head up and down. Always a good idea to agree with her husband, because disagreement just hurt too damn much!

“Go ahead and seal the deal, honey,” instructed Robert.

Barbara began slowly working his cock with her mouth as she plunged her fingers deep in her pussy and thumbed her clit. She pushed her tongue against the tip of his cock while she sealed her lips around its girth. Up and down she went, always remembering to pause the required amount of time when she was fully loaded and he was balls-deep in her face hole. Years of subliminal conditioning had made her most wet and excited the deeper a cock was inside any of her openings.

Robert loved how his cock felt inside his lovely wife’s face. The knowledge that it would remain there until she made herself cum boosted his ego and shamed her terribly at the same time. He could feel her approaching climax.

“Hold!” Robert instructed and motion ceased. “Tomorrow night you will persuade young Molly to apply as an Encouragement Manager. Failure on your part will be severely punished. Cum now to signify you understand.”

Barbara’s fingers resumed their pussy-work at a rapid scene. She pushed Robert’s cock as far down her throat as it would go and came with a violent shudder. Her mouth produced the most exquisite feelings on his cock, especially the part making her throat bulge. He rubbed the outside of her neck where he could see evidence of his penetration. His balls tightened, he pulled back a little and he shot his full load into Barbara’s mouth where she held it, waiting. Stroking her neck and throat with his fingertips, he instructed her to swallow. It took three swallows for her to choke it all down.

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The foursome - Robert and Barbara, Tom and young Molly, sat in the middle of the restaurant’s elegant dining room. A fine brocade tablecloth hung down to lap level. Plates were laden with the best turf and surf. Many glasses of champagne had been consumed.

Molly’s champaign had been carefully doctored so that she was just a bit confused. But she loved being out on the town in a beautiful form fitting white sheath dress and accompanying jacket. Like Barbara, she had also been allowed bra, panties and stockings. It took her back to when she had first met Tom. He was so charming and debonair. He treated her like a princess. The daily degradation was almost forgotten.

"Tom and I have been discussing a partnership," Robert began. "I've reviewed our operations with him and he has decided to invest. And he thinks it would be a good idea for Molly to be involved."

"Oh that is so exciting. I think it would be great to work with Mrs. Westfall." Young Molly thought that nine hours spent at a job would give her a welcome break from her usual daily routine of sexual use and degradation. Silly girl.

"Barbara, why don't you tell Molly a little about your job?" directed Robert.

"Well, it's a little hard to explain," began Barbara. She remembered her husband's directive. "Basically, I'm responsible for encouraging the sales team members to meet their target goals and improve their performance."

"That sounds really cool. How do you do that?"

"Oh, I've inserted various incentives and demonstrations into the sales process. Our time-to-sale metrics have really improved since Robert promoted me to Chief Encouragement Officer and now we're ready to start expanding my team. I'm authorized to offer you a position of Assistant Encouragement Manager. Of course you'll apprentice under me until you're ready for your own program."

"I accept. I can't wait to get started. In fact if it's OK with you I could start tomorrow."

Barbara looked to her husband for approval and saw him give her a slight nod.

"Great. We start promptly at eight but you'll need to cum at nine to begin orientation."
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Barbara was feeling very grateful to her husband. He had allowed her to pass on her usual morning routines. He had used only a very small butt plug. She hardly felt it each time the car hit a speed bump and she bounced on the wooden seat. She made it to Robert’s plush executive office and waited patiently for the new prey. As the salesmen filtered in, they noted Barbara’s absence, and wondered where she was.

At precisely nine o’clock two things happened simultaneously; the phones all lit up as the autodialer kicked in. The front door opened and the very fetching Young Molly walked in. She was dressed in full-on business wear. Tom had given her a front button blouse to wear under an elegantly cut jacket with crepe knit slit-back skirt. The slit was just a touch risque, as it extended upward to just short of her cheeks. Her abundant curly red hair was pinned up in a high ponytail. That part of the look emphasized her youthful appearance.

Molly was directed to the executive office. The men turned back to their phones and their scripted pitches. Sales were being made sporadically, and the energy seemed to have gone out of the room. Target by 9:30 was 15 suckers closed; today it was only 5.

Barbara greeted Molly warmly with a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I am so glad that you decided to join the company and join my team.”

“I’m really looking forward to being in a normal work environment five days a week. Honestly, getting out from under Tom’s control nine to five will be the best thing I have going on.” YoungWives like Molly were still fresh and relatively new to their servitude. The torments weren’t really any different (well, that’s a lie); but the impact had not yet started to wane into steady state. Young Molly was all peaks and valleys; peaks and valleys.

“That’s great,” replied Barbara. “Let me tell you a bit about how we operate and then we can get you situated. Our first principle is that everything is based on cooperation. You should strive to maintain a positive attitude, and, for example, find a way to answer any question you might be asked with an affirmative statement.

As an Encouragement Manager, you’ll be making requests and delivering rewards to the team members. It’s especially important - while the men are getting used to you - for you to ask for things they can easily deliver. Do you understand?”

“I think so,” answered Young Molly hesitantly. “But I’m not really sure, could you explain a little bit more?”

“Well, that actually brings in our second principle, which is about our communication style. We think of it as Tell - Show - Do. Telling someone something sort of works, but showing is always better unless it isn’t an option. Doing is the best, but it's not always possible either. So a little later I’ll show how you’ll be handling encouragement exercises and interacting with the team. How does that sound?”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful. I so want to make a good first impression on the men. Thank you so much Mrs. Westfall”

Barbara continued drawing Young Molly’s agreement to critical areas.

“Robert made a careful study and determined that having team uniforms showed - not told - that even though duties and performance metrics may differ, no one team member is valued over any other. We did make a small concession. Perhaps you noticed that some of the men had small badges on their shirts?”

“Actually, Mrs. Westfall, I didn’t really look much at them. I don’t think I realized they were all dressed the same.” Young Molly had apparently never learned the lesson: when you’re in a hole stop digging!

"Molly, you need to learn to pay more attention. Attention to detail is very important around here."

“Each new employee has a probationary period where they learn the ropes, get a feel for the situation, and get integrated. They earn their employee clothing piece by piece. The more sales they make, the faster they get their corporate gear. We have a celebration each time a probie graduates and cums in the office in full uniform. The one exception Robert made is that women and men have different uniforms. That makes sense, doesn’t it Molly?”

“Of course. I would totally want to wear a woman’s uniform. Not a man’s.” If only YoungMolly knew, she might have spoken differently.

“All this sounds so fantastic. I’ve always wanted a job in an environment like this. Can I get started right away?

Barbara paused for thought. How best to give Young Molly her first hint of disillusionment?

“Hmmm. There is just one more matter we must attend to. You were two hours late to work. That cannot happen again.”

“But I don’t understand,” said Molly. “You told me to come at nine o’clock sharp. That’s exactly when I arrived. Why are you saying I was two hours late?”

“Silly girl. I told you to cum at precisely nine o’clock.”

Molly was really confused now. “But that’s right when I got here. I have no idea what you mean.”

“Do I need to spell it out for you?” asked Barbara in a disappointed tone of voice.

“I’m afraid so. Could you?”

“Remember Molly, it’s better to show than to tell.” Barbara extracted a piece of paper from Robert’s desk and handed it to Molly along with one of his Watermark pens. “Write down what you think I said. Print it out in all caps.”

Molly reversed her grip on the pen and neatly printed “COME PRECISELY AT NINE O’CLOCK”. She handed the paper back to Barbara, who in turn took a red pen and adjusted it. Now it read “CUM PRECISELY AT NINE O’CLOCK.” She showed it to Molly, who read it in dismay.

“You wanted me to cum?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face. “Like, before I came to work? But I have to be here at seven. I’m confused.”

“It’s getting late and I see sales are only at 33%. Let’s go out and meet the boys and I’ll explain things to you as we go along.”

Suiting action to her words, Barbara took Molly firmly by the elbow and walked with her out into the boiler room floor. The room quieted as the men turned their attention to the pair.

“I’d like to introduce our newest probationary team member,” announced Barbara in a clear firm bounce. “This is Molly. Her husband Tom has bought a major share of the company, so Molly will be working for me as an Encouragement Manager. Let’s give her a round of applause.”

The men clapped their hands visibly in welcome, but also in anticipation of what was to come (or shall we all say cum).

“Now Molly I’d like you to tell the men here exactly what you promised to your husband about working here.”

Young Molly was juuuust about to receive a rude surprise.

“That I should always have a positive and cooperative attitude and do my best to achieve the goals that the company sets for me. I should be enthusiastic and precise in carrying out my duties.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” inquired Barbara.

“Oh, and since I report to Mrs. Westfall, to follow her instructions faithfully, never to question them, and always complete the tasks which she assigns for me.”

“Very good Molly. I think this is going to work out great. Don’t you agree?”

Molly nodded her head eagerly.

“Shall we begin?”

Barbara handed Molly a stack of 30 envelopes, each addressed to one of the salesmen.
“I want you to take these envelopes and one at a time, find the right person. Hand him the envelope. He will open it and read the note inside. He will hand it back to you and you will read it aloud so everyone will hear. Then the two of you will cooperate in doing the task described. Some will be quick and easy, others more complex. Are you ready to begin?”

Again, Molly nodded her head. She was so excited. She took the first envelope and read the name inscribed. She walked into the maze of cubicles until she found the correct recipient. She handed him the envelope. He read the note and gave a wry smile. He handed it back to Molly and before she realized what she had said she read off the six words she saw. – please help me with my suit jacket.

The rep had been hoping for something a lot better, but first was better than nothing. He quickly stood up next to Molly and gently helped her out of the jacket. He hung it on a hook in his cubicle.

“That’s much better, you were a little over dressed for the office and I could see you were getting a wee bit warm. Now, let’s do some envelopes.”

Molly thought it was rather warm in the office. She was actually glad to be rid of the jacket.

She delivered the second envelope and then read it aloud.

"Please help me get office supplies." She was led to a large file cabinet and handed a pen and ink well, a pencil, a notepad, a bag of binder clips, a safety scissors, a rubber stamp on a chain and an inking pad.

"Should I put these in my office?" she asked Barbara.

"Oh honey. Your office isn't ready yet. You can put them on that table there for now." Barbara pointed to a clear table made of heavy glass.

Robert had instituted a policy of 8 minute exercise breaks every hour. This got the team up and moving, increased blood flow and in general made everybody feel primed to sell for the next 50 minutes.

Young Molly Malone delivered the next envelope…
"Please help me with supplies for managing the encouragement program."

Again she was escorted, this time to a cabinet holding many drawers of different sizes. Each drawer had a key in its lock. Her handed her a keychain with a key holder ring attached. There were exactly sixty drawers, numbered consecutively.

"Make sure each drawer is locked and then put its key on the ring. Try to do it quickly."

Molly approached the cabinet and grabbed the key at the top left. She had to rise to her tiptoes and completely stretch her arm to reach it. She worked her way down the first row and stretched up to begin at the top of the second row. She jiggled the key to make sure the drawer was locked, and pulled it out. Loaded the key on her keyring and continued to work.

Molly didn’t realize it, but the entire team had its eyes locked on her behind and her smoothly tapered legs. Which she showed off to great advantage both stretched and when bent over to reach the bottom two drawers. To maintain her balance when getting the bottom keys, she had to bend from the waist and distance her feet somewhat. Inevitably, the folds of her skirt parted and fell away, revealing a rounded butt and a pussy pad that was split by the tiniest of thongs.

“Nice,” she heard murmuring.

“Molly it would be good if you could pick up the pace a little,” she heard a voice.
“Be a good teammate,” she thought to herself.

“I’ll try my best.”

She began to grab, twist and extract a key all in one motion. A few of the keys had turned, and required re-locking in. Most of the drawers were already locked. The drawer cabinet had been designed originally for Barbara. Robert had thoughtfully designed the HVAC system so that the room temperature could be controlled zone by zone.

As Molly worked through getting all the keys on her ring the heat was maxed out where she stood. Beads of sweat formed on her face and ran down her front. Sweat was breaking out all over her body.
Molly stood straight up holding the now fully-loaded keyring and keychain.

“Molly, you will be responsible for those keys at all times now,” Barbara announced. “Let’s see if you managed to lock all the drawers. See if any of them open.”

She began once again to stretch up for the top drawer handles and bend over displaying herself for the lower ones.

Finally she stood erect again and breathed a deep sigh, followed by another. She had missed five drawers.

“Now Molly 95% might be good enough in some places but at RoboWest nothing less than 100% is acceptable. So unfortunately I’m not going to be able to give you credit for this exercise. Straighten yourself out and here, drink this ice water and cool down. Then we’ll see what we should do next. The rest of you, get back to work and make some sales! Molly, have a seat at your table there and rest.”

The table was another hot zone. In no time at all Molly had sweat running in rivulets under her blouse. She grabbed at the jug of ice water for another gulp and missed the handle. The water spilled out and soaked her blouse and bra.

“Goodness, you’ve had an accident,” Barbara said in a loud voice for all to hear. You’re getting water all over the floor. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

Molly got up as if to head for the executive office, where, she assumed, she could get some privacy. Barbara’s voice cut through her like a whiplash.

“Stop! Where do you think you’re going? You’re getting water all over the floor. Take those clothes off right where you stand or I’ll have the men do it for you. Is that what you want?

Secretly, Molly found the thought of being forcibly stripped rather exciting, but she didn’t let on. Instead she hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the table. The skirt came next. She reached around behind her and unzipped it. She tossed it on top of her blouse. Next came the bra, then the panties were added to the pile. Now she understood. This was something Robert and Tom had cooked up for their own perverse entertainment. (and for yours, dear reader)

“Come with me and we’ll find you something to wear.” Barbara led Molly naked through the warren of cubicles, giving everyone a chance to see her up close and personal. And in keeping with the theme of positive team spirit, to give her a pat on the butt and tell her “way to go” or something similar. By the time she came to the hallway her butt had turned a subtle shade of pink.

Barbara opened the door to a closet where corporate gear was stowed away. Molly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the clothing, but was disappointed when informed by Barbara that none of it was for her. Instead Barbara pulled out a white men's undershirt. Barbara had learned that Robert preferred that women be nude from the waist down everywhere in his domain. Ass, and especially pussy, should always be available.

“This is for you. Put it on for the rest of today. By failing the key test you wasted the entire morning. I will have to restart the clock on your probationary period tomorrow and hopefully you will do much better than you did today.”

“But don’t you have a skirt, or pants, or something for me?” inquired Young Molly in a tremulous voice.

Barbara ignored her and continued with her instructions.

“For the afternoon I’m going to start you on one of our high level encouragement programs and maybe you can make up some for this morning. The way it works is that you spend an hour - well actually 50 minutes - with a team member helping him however he directs, then you have the 8 minute exercise, then 2 minutes to get to the next team member. Remember, it's very important that you SHOW a positive attitude and DO whatever is requested of you by your team member. Do you think you can do that?”

Molly knew she had no choice in the matter. And for sure Tom would receive a complete report on her day from Barbara, and his variety of twisted sexual cruelty was best avoided whenever possible.

“Yes, Mrs. Westfall, I will do my very, very best and thank you so much for giving me another chance.”

"Excellent, because I have my own duties to attend to this afternoon.

At the end of the day I will give you specific instructions for tomorrow morning, and hopefully it will go well for you. Now get out there and show me what you have to give.”

Barbara saw that it was getting close to the usual lunch break at noon. But Robert had texted that everyone should work through lunch, and if the daily target could somehow be met, there would be special rewards all around. She walked into the maze of cubicles.

"Our CEO has suggested that a vibrator and clit buzzer be added to my repertoire. Hit the red button for sales up to $500. Over $500 you can add the blue. Over $1000 you can hit all three. anyone selling $5000 can hit my buttons for a minute.

Also Robert is announcing a new Encouragement Program; the hourly winner award. Whichever team member sells the highest dollar amount will have his member assisted by Molly for the next hour. More details on this later, but for now I believe Eric Sorensen was this morning's leader. "

"That's right," called out Eric, who had listened very carefully as Molly spoked.

Eric stepped forward and took Molly by the elbow. He led her to his cubicle while she walked daintily, pulling her t-shirt down in a vain effort to hide her ass and pussy. The problem was that this emphasized her breasts and made her erect nipples easy to see.

"See that little bench under my workstation?" inquired Eric of Molly.

"Yes. Why?"

"You can help me by kneeling on that bench in front of my chair. I have a member that needs encouragement to cum thru on a deal I'm trying to close."

The workstation was designed with a padded semi circular carve out where, conveniently, Molly's head and shoulders fit perfectly.

This was not Molly's first rodeo. She had been sexed and shamed at home and at the Westfalls on more than one occasion.

Eric sat down with one leg on either side of her. He opened his pants.

"I'd appreciate it if you could keep encouraging me to keep closing deals. You can do that can't you?"

Molly knew what was required of her. She bowed her head.

"For sure Mr. Sorensen. I'm always happy to help the team."

Sorensen ran one gentle finger across her slightly parted lips. He caressed her face and then moved his hand under her chin.

"Good. This is the S plus S program. I Sell, You Suck. Show me your skills. A tap on the back of your head means I just made a sale. You take it all the way in and put your nose to my groin. Don't release until I tap you again. The bigger the sale the longer you will hold my cock in your throat."

Molly listened to these instructions with increasing dismay. This was really going to suck.

He held her face by the chin and brought her lips to the tip of his cock to her lips. She lowered her head and began kissing and licking as Sorensen turned on his autodial. He was hitting the red "sale" button only 60 seconds later. He gave Molly a tap on the back of her head and down his shaft she went. He wrapped her pony tail around his hand and held her tightly.

"Whoa," he thought. What a great job!

Meanwhile, Barbara had reported to her office where she sat bare assed on her lucite chair. To celebrate Molly joining the team, Robert had gifted Barbara with a vibrator and a clit buzzer. Like the butt plugs Robert made her wear, these also were programmable and controllable over metal protocols.

We'll have Barbara narrate the video of her afternoon in another episode. She was very busy "responding" to all the action in the boiler room. Phones were ringing, deals were closing, dollar buzzers were being hit. It was going to be a good day for all.

OK not so much for Molly, who did four rounds of helping a member. Or for Barbara, with a butt plug firing electric charges up her ass, a vibrator with rotating nubs that roughing up her pussy, and a clit buzzer that kept her in almost a state of suspended animation from cumming and cumming again and again. In no time at all the frenzied sexual activity and the heat in her office had soaked her white garments thru and thru.

It was the best day of sales in the history of the company.
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The continuing adventures of Barbara and Molly
Posted:Sep 22, 2022 11:06 am
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Barbara Goes to Work - Molly stays behind

Barbara Westfall drove a customized Ford Thunderbird 390 v8 convertible. The soft top had been replaced by a glass bubble enclosure. The sound system was upgraded to support two easy communication and gps. The driver side seat has a wood panel for Barbara to flip down and sit on. The car did not run unless the wooden seat was lowered and locked. So when Barbara drove, the plug was pushed deeper into her.

"Off to work you go, baby," said Robert.

The Thunderbird's pedals have also been modified for Barbara's benefit. The accelerator pedal has been adjusted so she had to fully extend her leg to reach it. The brake and clutch pedals had been raised and made very stiff. Barbara had to push hard with her legs in order to shift the manual clutch. And with 8 gears she was constantly upshifting or downshifting as if she were riding a bicycle with the seat pole shoved up her ass. She got a great lower body workout while driving. All the while her plug made her feel like she was getting her ass beat from the inside out. This girl was on fire!

Barbara's workplace was only a block from their house. But Robert had programmed the Thunderbirds GPS for a 30 minute drive around the neighborhood. The streets were filled with speed bumps, which gave the butt plug a good push each time Barbara hit one. A couple of miles on and off the highway gave her a chance to go through all the gears to complete her driving workout.

Back at home Robert was asking Tom if he wanted to stick around and play some young wife games. Because young wives were still new to the neighborhood customs, game play was particularly exciting - to the husband and friends. Because like most young wives, Molly had only an inkling of what she was signed up for. Her embarrassment at first time humiliations was exciting to see.

"Yes," said Tom. "And I'm sure Molly would just love to play along."

Molly still knelt in front of Robert leashed to his chair with his cock gently sliding in and almost out of her mouth. There was no way for her to object.

“What do you want to play,” asked Tom.

“I’m thinking Flinch and Obstacle Course. And then we can finish with some rounds of ‘Watch the wife cum.’ Does that sound good?”

“It’s a good start, let’s do those and then see if there is anything else we want to play,” answered Tom.

“OK Molly,” said Robert. “Time to get you on your feet and out of your clothes.”

He unleashed her from the chair and pulled her by the leash into a standing position. Molly was dressed in a typical young wife style. She wore a crop top straitjacket that locked her arms behind her back and was short enough to show some significant underboob. Her tiny waist and flat abs were on full view. She wore a flyaway skirt that was held in place by a waist belt and a crotch cincher. The latter was a 2 ½ inch leather strap that ran from the waist belt in the back down between her cheeks and up the other side between her inner lips. The material of the skirt was black, but extremely sheer, so that it flew up and left her uncovered in the slightest of wind. Tom unbuckled the straitjacket and freed Molly’s arms - and her breasts which would soon be getting attention. He unwrapped the skirt

“I like this skirt you had her in,” said Robert. "Actually, it's the strap I like."

“Yes,” responded Tom. “I find a strap deep between the labia very useful. It’s a constant reminder to her of her status, which is she doesn’t have any. Except what I give her. She makes great shame faces when she feels the leash going on. She knows she's about to be led around by her cunt. Watch how when I give it a good yank she rises right up on the tips of her toes to give her pussy some relief.”

He pulled on the leash that had been tucked away under her skirt and pulled it upward. Sure enough Molly grunted but stood tippy toe as best she could. Tom wrapped the end of the crotch leash around a hitching post that Robert had set up.

“Sometimes I like to hold her up by the crotch leash and give her some good paddling on her ass. She likes that, or at least, I never hear her complain.”

“Let’s add some punishment shoes,” suggested Robert.

The shoes’ insoles were covered in ⅛ inch pointed studs. When a young wife stood, her weight pressed the bottoms of her feet down onto the studs, making her constantly shift from one foot to the other to minimize the pain. She had made the short walk from next door barefoot on the gravel pathway, and now the cruel shoes were fastened onto her feet. Finally, the crotch strap leash

Guests go first, so Tom held out his hands, palms up, shoulder width apart. Molly held her hands out and he held them lightly in his. Tom would attempt to quickly slap the back of either hand. If Molly could pull her hand out of the way and make Tom miss, she would win the point. If she flinched without Tom attempting to slap, the point was his. Of course if he made a successful slap on either hand, the point was also his. Each point Tom won earned him a slap on each of Molly’s tits. A two hand slap was a double value.

“Start her out with a round of ten, Tom,” suggested Robert.
“Good idea,” Tom responded.

Tom inverted both of his hands and scored a double hit.
Tom slapped again and this time Molly managed to pull one hand out of harm's way. One point.
Suddenly Molly flinched. Another tit slap earned.
Molly flinched again on #4. More tit slaps coming.
The game continued. Only once did Molly get both of her hands out of the way.

“Your turn Robert,” said Tom.

He held his hands out and Molly placed her hands in his. The backs of her hands were showing red marks where Tom had hit his target. Robert quickly scored a double hit, followed by four flinches from young Molly. He scored another double hit, and elicited four more flinches. Eight flinches meant bonus points for Robert. Robert would tend his hand muscles without moving them. As long as he smacked her hands now and then he could make her flinch whenever he wanted.

Robert, as host, added up the scores.

“Tom, you scored 3 double hits, 3 single hits, and 4 flinches. So that is 13 on each tit. I had 2 double hits and 8 flinches. Values are doubled after 4 flinches, so it's 4 for the doubles and 16 for the flinches. That is 19 slaps for each.”

Molly was instructed to lace her fingers together and hold her hands behind her head. A whipping stick at the base of her neck and extending outward held her elbows back. This in turn pulled her shoulders back. Which lifted her tits high and tight. She could feel the muscles tighten in her shoulders and down the sides of her rib-cage. Tom picked up a flogger and explained to Molly.

“A flogger goes two ways, so you will receive one forehand and one backhand stroke for each hit.”
With one simple sentence he had doubled her allotment!

He pulled back with his arm and delivered a mightly slash across both of Molly’s tit’s, hitting first the left and then the right. He backhanded her, completing his initial slap with a blow to the right and then the left tip. Molly let go and grabbed her tits with both hands; she couldn’t help it. The whipping stick fell to the floor.

“You dropped the whipping stick, AND you cupped your tits," Tom said with outrage. "Now get back the way you belong."

Molly stuck the stick between her elbows and laced her hands. The flogger exploded across her tits. She gasped from the impact, then felt the pain well up on both orbs. Tom gave her another and then two more. She bent forward in a futile attempt to protect herself.

"Stand straight," he commanded. Then he gave her the rest with a steady beat. By the time he finished the young wife was stamping her feet in the punishment shoes and shaking her arms. She cradled her burning breasts with her hands and rubbed them gently.

"My turn now," said Robert. He put a five pound weight in each of her hands and told her to stand, feet separated, and arms outstretched at shoulder height. He traced a fingertip under each breast and felt her ribcage. She strained to hold her arms level. Her tits pushed upward and outward. He stepped behind her and cupped her. He pulled her just off the floor by her tits; then set her down and worked then with the pains of his hands.

"I think she's ready now," Robert said. “But I like your forehand/backhand idea, so I’ll do that as well.

He slapped with his right hand across Molly’s tits and then backhanded her, making sure to rake across her nipples. By now she was giving a constant moan in her discomfort. Robert repeated his blows with his left hand and pronounced one slap as done. Right. Left. Right. Left. Again and again Molly felt Robert slapping, from under, from the side and down across her nipples. Her breasts were bobbing like buoys on a rough sea. Heat radiated off of them. She held her arms outstretched, struggling with the weights. Robert finished her off with a strong forehand/backhand that left her shaking and trembling. He disconnected the crotch leash from the hitching post. He cupped her mound and fingered her pussy. She was soaking wet and slick.

"Here, this should make you feel a little better. Tom, shall we take your young wife to the obstacle course?"

"Yes. I've wanted to see it ever since you told me about it last month. But I think she needs some comforting first. Come over here baby and sit on my lap."

As Molly tried to walk toward the sound of Tom's voice. Still blindfolded, she held her hands out in front of her, walking like a deer in headlights. As she went to sit down Tom trapped her between his legs. He cupped her ass right handed and worked her clit with the thumb of his other hand. The crotch strap had convenient openings just where Molly was most vulnerable. Tom fingered Molly’s anus as he slid another finger into her from the front. A bit more rubbing and Molly was panting heavily. A trembling built up deep inside her from Tom’s ministrations and the knowledge that both men were about to watch her cum - long and hard.

“Please watch me cum,” she begged.

“Yes Molly, we will watch you cum now,” replied her husband.

He shoved his finger all the way into her ass and squeezed her cheeks good and hard. She exploded into a shameful orgasm that seemed to go on forever. She wilted into Tom and threw her arms around his neck for support.

"You may take off your shoes and blindfold now."

The obstacle course was like a rock climbing wall, but laid out over an 8 foot wide platform that started at floor level and gradually rose to waist high at its other end. It was one way mirrored with cameras underneath. Handholds and footholds were strategically placed. Also a variety of bars to climb over or squeeze under. And other devilish torments.

Molly got down on her hands and feet and took two handholds. She looked at the footholds and noticed that they were well separated. "Shit," she said to herself. "I'm going to be spread wide and showing myself completely."

She stepped into a pair of footholds. Robert and Tom marveled at the sight of her exposed mound with it's puffy lips. A valley ran deep between her tightly muscled cheeks. Her first task was to maneuver over a thigh high bar. She had to brace herself with widespread feet and push herself up and over. Immediately a low bar that she had to get under. She got her head under the bar and then she was stuck. Her head was down almost to the floor, she was splayed out in a squatting position. Her exposed ass and mound were displayed for Robert and her husband to enjoy.

"Nice job Rob," said Tom. "She is totally stuck. And she is spread good and wide. Try putting your thumb in her pussy and squeezing her with your hand. She loves it. Or maybe I should say I love doing it to her."

Instead Robert delicately ran his fingers all over Molly's tight pussy, so she could barely feel it. She shuddered. Then she felt him grab her just as Tom has described. He lifted her hips over the high bar. Now she could wiggle under the low bar, but not without more suffering. Robert had taken a chair mat, the kind you use on carpet, and cut a 30 inch long piece of it. He has inverted it and mounted it just under the low bar. As Molly slowly worked her way under the bar her already sore tits were dragged along the plastic spikes.

Just as Molly cleared the bar an inverted U-bar dropped around her neck and taped her in place. A floor mounted dildo popped up.

"Get that deep in your pussy and it will raise the U-bar of your neck," she heard Robert say.

She twerked her behind trying to get enough leverage to impale herself. Twice she almost had the top of it, only for it to slip out. She knew she was putting on quite the show with her pussy reaching for the dildo and a sinful clenching of her ass cheeks.

"Promise to play with yourself and cum and we'll let you out," said Tom.

"I will. I will. I will do whatever you say," she pleaded.

Robert released the neck brace and helped Molly off the obstacle platform.

"Stand in front of me and work on your pussy now," said Robert.

"You know what Rob. Have her sit on your lap facing the mirror. You can feel her up while she plays with herself and watch her in the mirror at the same time."

"Ooh. Good idea. Come here Molly and I do mean CUM here."

She sat on his lap with her back to him. She didn't know there was a camera behind the mirror recording her debasement. She opened her legs and slid her fingers down her abdomen and onto her glistening mound. She pried open her lips and ran a finger gently up and down her slit. Robert wrapped his arms around her and lightly caressed her tits, mixing in some good nipple squeezing. Molly jabbed two fingers into herself with one hand and rubbed her clit with the opposite thumb.

"Stop!" Robert commanded. "Spread your lips with both hands." He reached between them and fingered her for a bit. She was doing so much there was a puddle on the chair. He pulled his hands back and crawled her face gently, turning it to him.

"You may cum while you kiss," he said.

She put her two fingers back inside and worked her G spot while she resumed her thumb on her clit. She kissed Robert and locked her tongue with his. It was enough to put her over the top. Her body went tense. Her back arched, pushing her tits into Robert's hands. Her butt lifted off Robert's lap as she worked her cunt. She bounced up and down as spasms rippled through her. Finally she was done.

"Down you go girl. Kneel down and put your head between my ankles. Reach back and spread your cheeks for your husband to see."

After a minute she was told she should stand. Robert retrieved a USB drive from the camera and gave it to Tom.

"Here you go Tom. Souvenir of the occasion. I recommend taking her home and watching it while you have her suck you off."

"Thanks Rob. We must do this again soon. You said to remind you to check in on your wife."

Barbara had arrived at work. She looked forward to sitting in her cushioned and comfortable office chair. At least there she would be able to rest her aching ass.

Robert had made his fortune running telephone sweatshop operations. One of his products was extended maintenance and warranty agreements. As long as there was a sale every five minutes or so, he could keep his minimum wage telephone operators on the job. Each telephone desk was equipped with a big red button. When an operator made a sale, he - Robert only employed men - would punch the desk button, which in turn would light up their name on a big scoreboard as it displayed running totals for each person. This motivated the competitive employees, but Robert sensed some of his workers were doing the minimum required to keep their sucky job. A different kind of reward was required to create some motivation. And who better to help a tycoon out but his devoted wife?

Barbara had walked in to discover that some modifications had been made to her office. The walls that gave her privacy had been replaced by glass. Her beautiful mahogany desk had been replaced with a sleek Lucite table that afforded no privacy whatsoever. But worst of all was the loss of her custom desk chair. In its place stood a matching Lucite stool. She didn’t even notice the inconspicuous webcams that covered every square foot of the office, and the new display screen next to the company scoreboard.

Robert had increased the heat in Barbara’s office and soon she was dripping sweat off her brow and in other places. The sweat ran down her front and saturated her sheer blouse. Soon she was showing off the full “wet look”.

After Tom had taken Molly home, Robert had dressed and made a surprise appearance at the office.

“I’m announcing a new incentive program today, and my wife Barbara has agreed to help me explain how it works. Barbara could you come out here please. As you all know, we reward the top scorer each day with a gift card. However, I have concluded that a more immediate incentive program would be beneficial. So I have integrated a new feature to your “sale’ button.”

Barbara came out of her office and stood next to Robert.

“Sweetheart could you turn your back to the room, bend over and grab your ankles, please.”

Like she had a choice! She did as instructed and Robert flipped her skirt up onto her back. She of course wore no panties, and everyone could see that her ass was plugged.

“As you can see, I’ve equipped Barbara with a butt plug. It’s remote controlled and programmed for several different actions. Barbara here will tell us what they are.

He held a small controller in his hand. He pressed a button and the plug began to rotate.

“It’s rotating in my ass,” Barbara said. “Uhhh. Shit now it feels like it's getting bigger inside me.”

It was in fact inflating. Robert pressed a different button and the plug started going through a series of vibrations, which Barbara faithfully narrated.

“Now any time you make a sale and hit your button, Barbara will take it in the ass. I’ve put a camera under her new stool, and one fixed on her face. You can see her celebrate your success with her butt, and you can watch her facial expressions on the split screen. Barb, you can go back to your office now. Everyone get back to work.”

Sales had never been as good as they were the next two hours. The time-between-sales dropped to an average of two minutes. Barbara was twitching and jumping and moaning and groaning. She was drenched in sweat and getting no relief. She was actually looking forward to the morning walk of shame. At least she would be away from the now-highly-motivated sales operators. Finally the time came and she left the office and hurried to the walk assembly point. A small crowd had already gathered.

Barbara was joining four other wives for the once-a-week walk around the block. A whistle blew one long blast, which was their signal to strip off everything. Next was two short blasts, which meant it was time to mount the crotch rope. This was a rough rope with knots placed in it at convenient intervals. It stretched all the way around the block. Each wife mounted at one of the knots, spreading her lips and pressing the knot up against her pussy. Once mounted, each wife held her arms at her side, patiently awaiting the waist belt and the restraining cuffs. A lot of men found the sight of a woman with hands cuffed at the waist to be a very exciting posture. A long blast sounded again, which signalled husbands to belt and cuff their wives. The crowd pressed in around the five women. Once the walk started, they were free to touch and fondle as they wished.

“Ladies, start your engines.” Which meant, really, they should start walking. By the time they had passed a few houses, pussies were rubbed sore and painful. Quiet sobbing could be heard, mixed in with grunts and yelps as tits were squeezed and asses smacked by the onlookers. The women struggled along, each new knot passing slowly between their legs and feeling like coarse sandpaper on defenseless pussy lips.

The wives made their way painfully around the block. A whistle blew five short blasts. The women stopped in their tracks on the rope and stood waiting. Five lucky winners from the crowd came forward with clit buzzers in hand. Barbara’s hood was pulled back and her clit exposed and buzzed. Four other wives were getting the same treatment. All were, in fact, trying to cum as fast as they could. Last to cum always got additional assignments. Barbara could feel her clit respond and her pussy tingle. With her hands cuffed to the waist belt and a rope running through her legs she had nowhere to go and no way to escape. All she could do was concentrate on what she felt down below and try to cum hard for everyone to see. She did not want to be last, but she heard excited cries from in front and behind her on the rope.

A gong sounded; one wife was cumming, then a second and a third. Barbara was left in a race with Annie Sue from three houses down. She concentrated on the feeling between her legs. She felt her ab muscles tighten. She was right on the verge. She was going to beat out Annie Sue and escape even more degradation. She was so close; she was about to explode...a gong sounded. Barbara was too late, no cum for her. The clit buzzer was withdrawn. She tried in vain to reach her pussy with the fingers of her cuffed hands. No relief available. More torments to follow.

“Well, that was good. You go back to the office now and finish out your day, Barb. I’ll see you after your drive home. It’s good to know that you’ll be keeping the troops motivated.”
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